HEY YOU! BIG-SHOT MIDDLE-AGED MONEY WHORE SEX-MONSTER! I’M POINTING AT YOU WITH MY DISHPAN CLAW AND MY STOLEN DIAMONDS. I ACCUSE YOU OF FRAUD, THIEVERY AND GROSS UNDERESTIMATION IN THE FIRST DEGREE.

I’M THE REAL PARENT IN CHARGE HERE.

… AND MAYBE I REALLY GIVE A SHIT

… AND, THERE AGAIN, MAYBE I DON’T.

MAYBE I HAVE TO MEDICATE MYSELF SILLY

ON LEGAL AND ILLEGAL

PRESCRIPTIONS OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS

JUST TO FACE

THE MESS

YOU’VE MADE

OF YOUR

MISBEGOTTEN

CHILDRENS’

LOST

FUTURE.

DO YOU THINK YOU PAY ME ENOUGH TO TOILET TRAIN YOUR FAMILY INTO CIVILITY?

HALF BAKED PROFESSIONAL… I CALL UPON YOU TO REPENT! FOR I HAVE THE EVIDENCE TO INDICT YOU. CLOSE THE WINDOWS AND STUFF UP YOUR CRACKS. IT’S UP TO ME TO CHOOSE THE CORRECT PATH. I HAVE ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY AND NONE OF THE AUTHORITY… OR SO YOU MAY THINK.

I CUT THE CORD STRETCHING FROM YOUR PRE-ADOLESCENT CUNT TURD.

I SET YOU FREE! FREE FROM YOUR BAD CHOICES, FREE FROM YOUR LEADEN MIND AND YOUR DEFORMED FEET.

THE LITTLE ONES DON’T RECOGNIZE YOUR TREACHERIES… YET…

THEY CANNOT DEFINE THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SLEAZE HIDDEN UNDER ALL THAT MAKE-UP, UNDER THAT PUPPET SUIT. I CAN FIT THEM WITH WINGS OR SINK THEM DEEPER INTO THE HOLE AT MY DISCRETION.

They FEEL your disinterest all too clearly.

I could poison them against you… half the work is already done.

A gun in my heart.

An electric chair in my hand.

They love me more than you, corporate shitbirds!

DIRTY LAUNDRY

DIRTY LAUNDRY

DISHWASHER

MICROWAVE

BATH

BOTTLE

AND CAR

They marinade in my values and lose your connection with every hour you neglect them, you pawn them off, you shake them loose. GOD… YOU REALLY NEED A BREAK FROM IT ALL, DON’T YOU?